Day 5 Thur 22nd

The sun was shining as we left the comfort of the bunkhouse, 8 guys snoring gently in one house as the various injuries of previous days efforts were healed through the miracle of brufen and alcohol, meant we where seriously up for it....... how wrong can one team be! Rain was called off for the morning and off we went in search of a roman road, our erstwhile navigator the romanian (sounds like roman) neglected to mention that since the romans left in the 4th century nobody had bothered with the upkeep of this particular road. Much gnashing of teeth and climbing of inconsiderate farmer's fenches resulted in a 1-0 score to the japanese sniper on Gary tan in the can Ward and led us into the grounds of the grumpiest man in scotland ( clearly an english toff). Who proceeded to inform us of the bylaws of walking in scotland (post asking if any of us were a lawyer) with the winning argument from him of "I'm right and your wrong" we made a sharp exit off his land and added an extra mile to our tally for the day.
Needless to say the rest of the day past in a haze of pain and determination as what was billed as the shortest day became the longest for most of us.
Our pain was briefly eased by the magnificent efforts of JD and Rob 'One Job' Samson, and what a job he did giving us a little of what Typhoon doesn't get up to much (low level) followed 1 hourlater by our friends on XI Sqn good job Mikey and and our boys from 3(F) Sqn truly appreciated by all of us.
Anyway we made it to the last B&B on our journey and very nice it is to, a bath and some blister bursting means we are now ready to go to the local for some haggis neaps and tatties and more fuel for tomorrows last stint.
Blister count: Infinite
Blister of the day is a 3 way tie between: The Tank, The Squirrel and the pocket dynamo that is The Romanian
Honourable mentions go to the rest of the team for at least making their feet hurt like hell!!!!